What I've Become : Tim Drake X Reader

Recapping The Past

Your P.O.V

"So I died?" I'm just so confused. I mean Tim is telling me all this stuff and I don't even remember it even though he says it happened.

First of all he said that the Riddler had been posing as my father for mostly all my life, then he said himself and a person he calls "Dick" saved me by accident when they were investigated the Riddler, after that "Dick" sort of adopted me, finally I got killed; by Riddler.

"Yup." He finally responded.

"And how did I die again?" I asked him.

"You were shot."

"By the Riddler, correct?"

"Mhmm​." He slightly nodded his head. We both sat in silence for a while until he spoke up again, "hey I know all of this is a little hard to believe and it might be confusing, but please don't go all 'Vengeful Assassin' on me."

I glared at him as he put his hands up in defense, "Anyway," I started, "who is this person you call, 'Dick'? I mean I'm not trying to put this in a bad way, but please clarify why you call him 'Dick'. Is it because of his personality or..."

"No! Why would you think that? Why does everyone think that!?" I chuckled. I had to admit he was pretty cute when he got all rallied up.

"Calm down, Timmy," I rested my hand on his shoulder. He turned his gaze at me and glared. Then I spoke up again, "But for real, who is Dick?"

He sighed, "He's my really immature, superhero, annoying-ass, adopted, older brother."

"And you and him were the ones that saved me from Riddler the first time, right?" I questioned with a sly smile.

"Yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "he actually took me in after our adopted after died, but that's complicated now... He took you in as well after we... I mean, I saved you along with my partner Nightwing... Y-you know after we found you in one of the Riddler's hideouts."

'He's hiding something. Maybe Dick is that guy that was wearing the blue "V". I mean it'll make since. That's probably what Tim is not telling me. He's doing it to protect the identity of his brother.'

"So I'm going to take a wild guess and say Dick is the guy with the blue 'V' on his chest."

Tim paled, "What...no, Nightwing is not my brother."

'Hey at least I know the vigilante's name.'

I gave him a 'Are you serious' look, "Okay he's my brother," I kept glaring at him, "What? I at least had to attempt to keep his identity a secret."

"Okay, Tim, it's been nice talking about life problems, but I really should be going." I stood up with a smile littering my face.

Tim stood up as well, "Your still going to stick around right?" he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Always." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him,

"I love you, Timmy."

"Love you too, (Y/n)"

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I walked back into the hideout to see Jason on the couch looking as if he had found a pot of gold.

"Why are you such in a good mood?" I asked walking up to him with a smile. I sat down in the the spot next to him on the couch.

"What is it illegal to be happy around here?" he asked gave me a small grin and a hint of blush on his cheeks.

"No way!" I gasped hitting his arm.

"What!?" he exclaimed rubbing the spot where I had hit him.

"You went on a date!" I beamed.

"What? No, but I wish." he retaliated.

"Okay, so, you didn't go on a date?" he shook his head, "But you met a girl. It had to have been a girl. Whose the lucky girl that my brother, the jerk face, is in love with?"

He rolled his eyes and looked away smiling, "You wouldn't know her, but she's someone I met in my past."

"So you love her?" I questioned him.

"I guess." he answered.

"There's no 'guessing' when your in love." I acknowledged.

"Okay fine," he huffed, "I'm in love."I clapped my hands together and squealed.

"I'm so glad you might have found someone to date," I admitted, "I was scared you were going to be this old fat drunkie that lived in a run down apartment building, full of cats, and would spend your days watching soap operas and eating expired potato chips on a moldy couch."

He rolled his eyes, "So anyway, how was your date?"

"It wasn't much of a date," I confirmed, "it was more of a 'recapping the past' type thing."

"Ah, so your boyfriend is someone from your past?" he raised his eyebrows as I nodded my head and bit my lip.

"I blame you." he stated unexpectedly.

"Huh?"

"I blame you."

"Blame me for what?" I looked at him puzzled.

"For getting me to admit all this to you." he stuck out his bottom lip and pouted.

"Aw is Lover Boy sad?" I copied his pouty face .

"Maybe." he gave me a mischievous look. He ran a hand threw his hair and sighed, "Well I'm off to bed, Birdy." he got up and began to walk off.

"Did you just call me Birdy, Lover Boy?" I faced towards him. He turned around and gave me a playful wink.

"Asshole!" I shouted out to him. I could of sworn I heard him chuckle.

I walked into 'My Room' laid down and fell sleep.

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I'm tired as hell. I just starting to feel weird for not position tonight.

If you haven't noticed I finally updated my other book. You should really go check it out if you haven't yet.

It's called...

Flaws : Jason Todd X Reader

These two books are connected somewhat so please read both, so that you get what's happening.

Thank all of you all for the support!!

~Nightingale 💙